They're Like Us [Part 3]

12.3

POV Shawn

I woke up to an empty bed. I went down stairs to find my beautiful wife in the kitchen cooking breakfast. I snuck behind her and placed my hands on her stomach.

"Indy sit down. You shouldn't be cooking. The doctor says to take it easy." She turns around to face me, that beautiful smile of hers on her lips, I'll never get used to it. She takes my hands in her petite ones. "I'll be fine Shawn. I'm just making pancakes for my wonderful husband. And speaking of...," she turns around to the pan, "they're ready." She said making me chuckle. Even though we have been married for a year now, she has a way of making me feel like a kid in love again.

I take a seat next to Nathan, and glance over to Skylar who's sleeping in her seat. But then I see Indy struggling with the plates. "Here sit down, beautiful," I tell her, "I got it." She gives me a warm smile and sits down at the dining room table. l place the plates down, grab some syrup and silverware and sit down.

"So how is the tour coming along?" She asks me.

"It's going good, but my main concern is you, Nathan and the baby, so I'm taking a break of it until the tour starts again. Andrew will take care of it." I see her staring at me, but then she takes a pancake of the plate. "And the writing?" She asks while she pours the syrup on her pancake.

"It's going well, but I'm taking a break of that too. At least untill the baby is old enough, but who knows I couldn't even go back at all." She immediately frowns at me.

"What?" I ask her.

"But I know how much you love your music, and your fans. Especially your fans." From the look in her eyes I can tell that she didn't see this coming. I smile brightly at her.

"Yes, I love my music and my fans, but I don't think you understand how much I love you and our babys." I stand up and walk toward Indy. "I love the three of you so much, I can't even describe it."

I grab her hand and pull her up gently, bringing her closer to me. I see the tears in her eyes. "Why are you crying?" I ask as I wipe her tears.

"I'm so lucky to call you mine. Millions of girls want you, and you chose me. You are loyal, honest, loving, caring, and very handsome might I add." She says as she cupped my cheeks with her hands. l place my hands on her waist, kissing her forehead softly.

"I really had no choice. When I saw you I just knew." I tell her. Her cheeks turned a light shade of pink. I love the fact that I still have this effect on her. It's so cute. I lean down and give her a short, yet passionate kiss. I pulled away smirking. She gave me a questioning look.

"What?" She asks.

"Handsome eh?" She playfully slaps my shoulder. "Yes you're handsome. I think we've established that many, many times." I began laughing as she started cleaning up the dishes. "I know, but I still like to hear it." She turns around.

"But promise me one thing, Shawn." She says.

"What?"

"Never stop writing music." After she said that, I grab her waist and kiss her lips. "I promise."